AND HOW I HAVE CAUGHT MY FISH 159 



Had the waves been just a little more moderate 

 I really think we could have half-filled our boat. 

 Frequently we had to give over fishing and use 

 both hands to keep our balance. It is impossible 

 to wish for better haunts for pollack than those 

 we found all the way round to Torneady Point, 

 and then again to the Lighthouse on Rinrawros 

 Point. 



The day had been, up to now, most pleasurable, 

 the sun tempered by the breeze just to a heart's 

 wish, but now there had come a little cloud which 

 made me think of the distance we had to travel 

 back. So the rods were put away, the bow turned, 

 and the sail set for home. 



The breeze soon freshened and the waves 

 increased in height and aggressiveness, and broke 

 with growing roar against the cliffs. Fortunately, 

 it was a fair wind and we travelled homewards at 

 almost racing speed, the boat rising and falling on 

 the big rollers as if to tell us that such a sea was a 

 mere trifle to a really good boat like her. 



We were nearing home when the first light- 

 ning flash told that the storm gathering in our 

 wake was overtaking us and about to break. A 

 further warning was given by a long roll of thunder, 

 which came in from sea and echoed among the 

 rocks. 



We gained the pier just as the rain commenced, 

 and raced each other for the shelter of the hotel, 

 which we reached with another coat of colour on 



